This reminds me of an old joke. Several people are on a passenger plane, when suddenly it begins to descend rapidly, and the captain says, "we're all going to die." A young girl, maybe sixteen, looks at an older boy on the flight and says, "I want to feel like a woman before I die."
He takes off his shirt... and hands it to her. He says, "iron this."
Exactly the same.
Since this story first appeared, I have thought about it often and realized a sad thing:
Most parents (and many wannabes, I suspect) view the parent's role is discipline as the end in itself, and actually enjoy the control over their kids.
Without the prospect of a future physical life, all of the reasons to instill restraint, discipline, knowledge and judgement become moot.
The obligations of parenthood do not exist in a vaccuum or result from dogma.